"Yes, I am," Anastasia answered, and Harry's face fell.
"I thought he cheated on me," Anastasia began to explain. She told Harry everything that happened, from the video she received showing Matthew sleeping with another woman to the discussion she had with Matthew at his house. "That day you saw me at his house. I only went there because he begged me to come over so that he could explain things to me. "Anastasia rambled on, but Harry kept silent. "I never set out to hurt you. I didn't know I was still in love with Matthew until I set my eyes on him. I regret running off and not talking to him after I received that video on the morning of our wedding. Now that I know that he was not the person in the video, I can't hold myself back from being with him, "Anastasia said. Harry sat really still, and Anastasia became worried, "Please say something," Anastasia begged. She went closer to him and took his hand in hers, "I never meant to hurt you..." "Cut the crap and say something else," Harry imploded, cutting Anastasia off and shoving her hand away. "You knew exactly what you were doing. You used me for your selfish plans, and now that you want to go back to him, you want to toss me aside like a used tissue paper, "Harry said as his voice kept rising. "Even after telling you everything that I stand to lose, you still want to go off with Matthew. Remember you signed a contract to marry me for a year, "Harry yelled as his lips trembled. Anastasia had never seen anyone so angry. She suddenly felt afraid. "I am not in a head space to discuss this right now ", Harry said and walked out. Anastasia had known telling Harry she was still in love with Matthew was going to be difficult but she had not envisioned him being so angry. When Harry got back to his room he started pacing back and forth. When he had walked into Anatasia's room and seen her moan and call out Matthew's name, he had known she was still in love with Matthew. But hearing her say it was so difficult. Harry could not understand why he was so angry. He quickly dressed up and left for the office. Anastasia was feeling a lot of emotions at once. She was ashamed of her actions and shocked at how angry Harry had gotten. Even though she had not expected him to like her response, she also had not expected him to scream at her and walk out. Anastasia was worried about the legal document she had signed that stipulated how long she was to remain married to Harry. While her mind was mulling over what to do her phone rang signalling an incoming call. She looked at the phone screen and saw that it was Matthew, Anastasia's face lit up with a smile and she immediately picked up the call. A few minutes later she was on her way to Matthew's house. She had dressed to impress. She had on a lime green short a-line gown that accentuated her curves and showcased her long shapely legs. When Matthew opened the door, Anastasia flew into his arms. The force of her embrace made him take a small step back, but he quickly regained his balance, wrapping his arms tightly around her. Her hair, soft and flowing, brushed against his cheek as she nestled her head into his shoulder. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, a perfect blend of tenderness and urgency. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them in that intimate moment. The warmth of her lips, the taste of her breath, and the soft sighs they exchanged created a symphony of love and longing. Eventually, they pulled back, just enough to look into each other's eyes. His hands moved to her face, gently caressing her cheeks as he whispered, "I missed you." "I missed you so much", Anastasia responded, with a soft, contented sigh, her fingers tracing the lines of his jaw. "Let's go in ", Matthew said as he held her hand and they walked into the sitting room. Immediately they entered the house, Anastasia pulled Matthew closer, her hands gripping the fabric of his shirt with a sense of urgency and desire. The door clicked shut behind them, sealing them in a world of their own. Her eyes locked onto his, Anastasia was captivated, and her heart started racing. Anastasia smiled, being in Matthew's arms always had left her breathless and feverish with desire. "I have been looking forward to this," she whispered, her voice husky with anticipation. Before he could respond, her lips captured his in a kiss that was nothing short of electrifying. Her mouth moved against his with a fervour that spoke volumes of the longing she was feeling. The kiss was deep and hungry, their lips melding together with a fiery passion. Matthew could feel the heat radiating from her, seeping into his own body and igniting a similar blaze within him. Their tongues danced, exploring each other's mouths with a mix of desperation and exquisite tenderness. Each touch, each caress, sent shivers down Anastasia's spine. Her lips were soft yet insistent, demanding his full attention. He responded in kind, matching her intensity, his hands moving to cradle her face, his thumbs brushing lightly against her cheeks. The taste of him was intoxicating—his cologne tickled and captivated her senses. She quickly discarded her quilted Chanel purse and pulled Matthew closer. Anastasia quickly undid the buttons of his shirt and pulled them out of his trousers. She didn't care if Matthew was late for work. She wanted him. Before long his trousers were pulled down and Anastasia saw the bulge in his pants. She quickly pulled his panties down and his erect dick sprang out. Anastasia giggled with excitement as she held his dick and proceeded to kiss Matthew deeply. They pulled back, and Anastasia looked deep into Matthew's eyes as she fondled his dick, "I want you deep inside me", Anastasia whispered and Matthew smiled back. In a few moments, Anastasia was on Matthew's bed. He trailed soft kisses down her body, stopping to feast on her round perky breast. He continued his journey down her body and when he got to her pussy Anastasia moaned. When he flicked his tongue over her clitoris, Anastasia screamed out. She held onto his head as he expertly sucked and licked her pussy. Matthew's attention was suddenly captured by a ringing phone. It was Anastasia's phone, "Let it ring ", Anastasia begged as she tried to pull his head back to what he was doing. The phone stopped ringing and when Matthew was about to continue, it started ringing again. "Let me get it for you", Matthew said and went out to get her bag from the sitting room. By the time he got to the room, the phone had stopped ringing but soon after it started ringing again. Anastasia opened the bag and brought out the phone. It was her sister Natasha. Anastasia received the call, "I am at your gate now and I am with Britney", Natasha said from the phone. Anastasia remembered that her sister had called that morning to tell her that she was coming to her place. "You have to go?", Matthew asked and Anastasia nodded. "Natasha is already at the house and I need to go", Anastasia begged, "I know we still need to talk about the status of our relationship but I will come back soon. I just need to see my sister ", Anastasia explained. Anastasia got home to find Natasha and her sister parked outside her gate. They both drove in and shortly after they were all seated in the sitting room. "Natasha, you didn't tell me Britney would be joining us," Anastasia said as she handed each of them a glass of margaritas. "Ana, I know you're surprised to see Britney here, but there is something you need to hear about Matthew," Natasha said.Anastasia didn't know if she was ready to receive any bad news. She was not happy that Natasha had interrupted her time with Matthew. "I am all ears," Anastasia said to her friend and sister as she settled in on the couch and took a sip of her drink. "First of all, tell us what really happened that day. You owe us an explanation as to why you ran off," Natasha said, "what exactly happened that morning? You just took off without any explanations. You cut everyone off. Anastasia, everyone was worried about you." Anastasia exhaled and launched into the entire story of what happened the morning of her wedding. She also told them what Matthew had said about the video. After Anastasia finished her explanation, Natasha exhaled and shook her head, "I don't know what to say." "Do you believe him?"Britney asked. " I do," Anastasia answered, "I know Matthew loves me" Natasha looked at her sister, and she knew Anastasia was not telling them everything, "And what about your hus
ANASTASIA After Britney and Natasha left, I became very anxious. Divorce was all I needed from Harry to be free to be with my man. The whole idea of the contract marriage was so that Harry could claim his inheritance, and now that aim has been achieved, I just hoped that he would free me from the contract. When it drew near to the time Harry usually came back from work, I took a seat by the window hoping he would come back soon. Finally, I saw the gate open, and his Rolls Royce drove in. I knew nothing about Harry Smith, but I hoped he wasn't a man who would want to keep me against my wish. Shortly after he arrived, I was notified by one of the housekeepers that dinner was ready. went down for dinner hoping to see Harry so that I could talk with him but he didn't come for dinner. I was disappointed and ate alone. After dinner, I decided to go to his room to talk to him. I knocked several times but there was no response, I decided to forge ahead with my plan of talkin
When I got inside I tried sleeping but Matthew and Harry had robbed me of sleep. The following day, I went to the hospital and I was surprised to see him already sitting. He smiled when he saw me, his mom was there with him. "You're here", she said acknowledging my presence, "I hope you slept well", she said. "I did. Thank you", I said. "How is he?", I asked Harry's mom, "Why don't you ask him", she said with a smile, she bent down and planted a kiss on her son's head. "Let me give both of you some space ", she said and walked out. "Thank you for saving my life", Harry said. "You don't need to thank me", I whispered. He looked so weak and pale and that made my heart break, "what happened", I asked him. "I don't want to talk about it ", Harry said, "not yet", he added. "I brought you breakfast. Your mom told me your favourite and I had the chef make it just the way she said you like it ", I said, he smiled and his eyes lit up. I could see he was still ver
HARRY Shortly after, my driver left to bring Clarise to the venue he called and informed me that Clarise was not at her house. I started to panic, and while I was trying to reach Clarise on the phone, Peter called. "She said yes," Peter screamed into the phone. He had just proposed to his girlfriend, and she had accepted the proposal. Peter went ahead to apologise for not waiting till he got to the venue like we had all planned. Even from the phone, I could hear how excited Peter was. He asked me if I had proposed to my woman. I told him she was still on her way, I lied because I didn't want to dampen his celebratory mood. I went to Clarise's house myself but she wasn't there. I couldn't reach her on the phone either. Her friends whose contact I had didn't know her whereabouts. My mother was equally worried. The following day, I told Peter what really happened. He felt so bad for me. He invited me over to have dinner with his fiancè and I obliged. On my way to Peter's hous
"I didn't give her a chance to talk.", Harry said expressing his frustration. "She had ignored me for months, and all of a sudden, she just waltzed in after all the hurt she had caused me. I just didn't want her to reject me again." Anastasia felt Harry's pain, she understood why Harry had resorted to a contract marriage. Harry had fallen in love and had gotten burnt. "There is something I wanted to discuss with you that night", Harry said, "I found out that I have to remain married for six months otherwise my inheritance will be handed over to my nephew. " Anastasia exhaled, she was in a fix. Matthew had threatened to get involved if she didn't end her marriage with Harry. If Matthew told the board that he and Anastasia were sexually involved with each other, Harry would inevitably lose the company. Anastasia didn't know what to do, she had to help Harry keep his inheritance. She opened her mouth to tell Harry of his nephews's threat but she couldn't bring herself
NATASHA It was raining cats and dogs that day. I had a photoshoot I had to get to, and my father had insisted he take me there himself. The rain lashed against the windshield, blurring the city lights. Inside my father's car, the chauffeur was trying hard to navigate through the heavy rain and thunderstorms. I sat beside my father browsing through hot gossip on social media. I was trying to distract myself from the storm. Thunderstorms always scared me it had been that way for as long as I could remember. I tapped impatiently on my phone."Daddy, I told you, I can drive myself," I protested for the umpteenth time. Dad sighed, a fond smile playing on his lips. "I know, sweetheart, but I worry." I rolled my eyes, but truthfully I loved it when my father showered me with his attention and affection. Despite his stern exterior, my father was a softie at heart. The car suddenly swerved to avoid a particularly aggressive puddle, and I clutched the armrest, my heart started pound
NATASHA Anastasia's jaw dropped. "He pulled a gun on Dad?", Anastasia asked, her voice trembling as she spoke. Her face was drained of all colour, Anastasia was as terrified as I had been. "There's more," I said, the memory of that night was a festering wound, it was still very fresh. Even recounting to Anastasia still sent chills down my spine. A huge metal door opened and two of Damien's men emerged, dragging a struggling figure between them. My heart hammered against my ribs. I didn't recognise the man and I couldn't have because his face and body was covered in blood. He had been severely beaten. This man, whoever he was, wore a cheap suit, his face a mask of terror. "He says he'll get you the money tomorrow," one of Damien's men grunted, shoving the man towards his boss. Damien, tall and imposing, didn't even blink. He gave a curt nod, and the next thing I heard drew air out of my lungs and almost deafened me. A gunshot was fired into the man's skull and l saw him fall
NATASHA Damien tilted his head to the side and looked at me from head to toe, "So, you reported me to the cops. That was really brave of you."Damien muttered with a scary smile on his face. My heart started beating really fast. I have never been more terrified in my life. I wanted to run, but my legs were stuck to the ground. I wanted to scream, but I knew that dad and I would be dead even before the cop sitted in the car would get to us. "I have a soft spot for you, and I don't even know why," he continued, "but you... you've got me wrapped around your finger somehow." His words sent shivers down my spine. A "soft spot"? This man had threatened my father's life, and now he claimed some bizarre affection? It felt like a twisted game, and I was the terrified pawn. I became afraid, and so i started begging, "Please," I pleaded, and he smiled that bone chiling smile. "Don't hurt us." He started laughing, Damien's laugh filled the room, a cold, mocking sound that echoed in the
Anastasia hunched over, clutching her stomach before vomiting all over the floor. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand and looked up apologetically. "I’m so sorry," she muttered. Ruby, standing nearby, immediately stepped into action. "Come sit down," the older woman said gently, guiding Anastasia back to the couch. Ruby disappeared momentarily and returned with a mop and bucket. In a matter of minutes, she had cleaned the mess, finishing off with a few sprays of air freshener to dispel the unpleasant odor. Kneeling by Anastasia, Ruby asked, “Are you alright? How are you feeling?” She placed the back of her hand on Anastasia’s neck to check for a fever. “I feel light-headed and weak,” Anastasia admitted. “You need medical attention.”, Ruby said. Anastasia nodded, stretching out on the couch. She had been ignoring how off she felt lately, blaming it on stress, but now it was clear something was wrong. Ruby grabbed her keys, and together, they made their way to the near
As Natasha looked at her reflection in her vanity mirror, she saw a vision of elegance. But beyond the beauty and glamour, Natasha was a very scared and troubled woman. Having witnessed someone get killed by Damien's order, her love for him still didn't stop her from being terrified of him. She had a donned emerald green tea-length gown that brought out the beauty of her green eyes. Its side slit teasingly revealing her long, toned legs. The dress clung to her curves. She finished the look with a delicate necklace and matching earrings, and her long, wavy hair cascaded down her back in loose waves As she descended the stairs, she was met by her sister, Anastasia, and Mrs. Ruby. Anastasia, ever the fashionista, adjusted a loose strand of hair, Natasha could sense how worried and afraid, her sister was. Natasha could see from Ruby's body language that she was also very worried. Going to Damien's house was like walking into a lion's den. "Are you sure about this?" Anastasia
Anastasia was a little confused because Natasha texted an address to her, telling her to come there. It was not Natasha's house. But Anastasia was too worried about her sister to care. The address led her to a beautiful mansion. Anastasia told the security at the gate that Natasha was expecting her, and after they called to confirm, they opened the gate for her. She was ushered in by a lady in uniform, but it was at the sight of Mrs Ruby that Anastasia relaxed. Anastasia remembered the nice things Natasha always said about Mrs Ruby She had seen the woman a couple of times, and Anastasia had always thought the woman had a very warm personality. Mrs Ruby led Anastasia to Natasha's room. Immediately, Anastasia saw her sister's puffy eyes and tears-stained face. She knew Natasha had been crying. Anastasia's heart melted, and it was evident that Natasha was deeply in love with Damien. Anastasia walked up to her sister and enveloped her in a hug. Natasha cried, and Anastasia he
A few minutes later, Matthew brought in a tray of food. She dropped it in the sitting area in his room, and Anastasia got up from the bed and joined in. "Bonne appetite," Matthew said with a smile. "This is quite a spread, thank you," Anastasia said as she watched him pour coffee into a coffee mug for her. "We have always had crazy chemistry under the sheets. But I can't seem to remember anything that happened, "Matthew said. Anastasia took the coffee mug, took a sip of her coffee, and dropped it back on her saucer. "You were phenomenal. Even better than I remembered. I enjoyed making love to you again, "Anastasia said and ran her fingers through his thick hair. Matthew smiled, "I am glad you enjoyed our moment together. Too bad I can't remember, it must be the wine I took. I had already taken a few glasses before you came, "Matthew said. "Yeah, it definitely was the alcohol," Anastasia said. They ate the remaining of their breakfast in silence. After they finished their brea
Matthew stepped aside and let Anastasia come into his house. She turned and shut the door behind her. "You don't look so happy to see me," Anastasia said. "I am happy to see you, but I am not so happy with you," Matthew said. He was desperately trying to buy time because he knew Anastasia, seeing another woman in his bed would shatter any iota of trust she had in him. "You dismissed me immediately. You saw Paris your mother-in-law", Matthew said. Anastasia drew closer to him and hugged him tightly, "I am so sorry about that, and I have come to make it up to you," Anastasia said as she pecked him on the lips. "What is that perfume you have on? It's so familiar, "Anastasia said as she sniffed his neck. "Actually, I used a couple of perfumes, so it's not actually one perfume," Matthew answered. "It smells nice. You smell nice, " Anastasia said. Anastasia sensing the awkwardness that had been brought on by the question quickly changed the topic, "How about we open thi
Anastasia had taken enough time to cool off after she had met with her sister and the lady from the video. As she drove to Matthew's house in the evening of the following day, she was all smiles. She had one singular purpose and plan in mind as she drove towards his house. She prayed everything would go according to plan. What the lady had told her had gotten her so emotional that she had driven straight home. Now she was ready to see Matthew and have a talk with him. As Anastasia was driving up to Matthew's house, Paris Smith was driving into her son's house. She waited for him in his study, and Paris Smith always had sensitive discussions with her son in his study, where they had a smaller chance of being overheard. In a house filled with domestic staff, Paris had invented ways of being discrete. Harry came in and enveloped her in a hug. He was looking very happy. "I was at your house yesterday," Paris said as she stared at her son. Her eyes were not deceiving her, Harry
Anastasia followed Paris Smith into the house, her heart pounding with each step. The silence between them was suffocating, and her anxiety grew as they approached the living room. The shame of what Paris had just witnessed weighed heavily on her—she had seen Anastasia kissing Matthew. How was she going to explain that? How could she? As soon as they sat down in the living room, Anastasia blurted out, “Paris, I am so sorry you had to see that. I’m not having an affair with Matthew—” “But you still love him,” Paris interrupted, her voice calm yet firm. Anastasia froze, unable to meet her mother-in-law’s gaze. The truth lingered on the edge of her tongue, but she couldn’t admit it. Not to Paris. And yet, she couldn’t lie either. Paris sighed. “It’s time you and I had a talk.” They spoke for what felt like hours, but Anastasia was too engrossed in Paris’ words to notice the time passing. Every question Paris asked chipped away at the walls Anastasia had built around herself, lea
Anastasia's thoughts drifted to Matthew, and suddenly, she felt guilty. She quickly pulled away, breaking the kiss. Stepping away from Harry. Anastasia struggled to catch her breath as her mind replayed the beautiful sensation she had just experienced. "I can't," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I can't do this, Harry. I feel like I'm betraying Matthew." . "Anastasia, I'm sorry," Harry said, "I didn't mean to kiss you, I can't seem to keep my hands away from you." Tears welled up in her eyes as she shook her head, trying to make sense of the conflicting emotions swirling inside her. "It's not just you. It's me. I care about you, but I can't shake this feeling of disloyalty. I need to figure this out on my own." Harry nodded slowly, understanding the depth of her struggle. "I understand, Anastasia. Take all the time you need. I'll be here, waiting for you." But Harry knew he didn't want her taking too long. He really wanted Anastasia and couldn't bear to lose her. They
"I'm pregnant," she whispered, the words so slowly and quietly they almost dissolved into the air. Anastasia's eyes widened. Her hand flew to her mouth, and for a moment, the room held its breath. "Oh, Natasha," she finally gasped, a mix of shock and concern etched on her face. Tears welled up in Natasha's eyes as she spoke. "It breaks every rule we agreed to. Damien can't find out. If he does..." The unspoken threat hung heavy in the air. They both knew the consequences. Anastasia squeezed her sister's hand, her touch a silent promise of support. "We'll figure it out together," she said fiercely. "You're not alone in this, Natasha. We'll face it one step at a time." "When I hired the Private Investigator, I was hoping it was another woman. But the PI found nothing. It seems Damien is just tired of me."Natasha said. Anastasia held her sister, she had never seen this soft side of Natasha. "I am keeping my baby", Natasha said, "I am here for you, whenever you need me